If I tried to strike too early, this would all be for nothing and quite anti-climatic. I finally realized that the girls were putting their palms on their heads and pushing their elbows up in an approximation of reindeer horns. “Hey, he’s Magellening!” one of the guys called foul. The women looked like they had all been impaled by candy cane-colored spears forced down their throats – unable to close their mouths. It was to say the least – the most bizarre thing I had ever seen. He also said that the spankings were not a punishment for winning – they were simply clarifying that reindeer belong on their knees with red asses. The new king of Pride Rock!” he removed my blindfold, made a semi-circle on my forehead with sex lube from the dildo, and declared me, “Simba!”
It was so profoundly funny that I nearly dropped the dildo.
